I find it difficult to open up to my friends. I know this may sound like a load of you know what, but it is true. I’d rather listen to them. I’d rather hear their stories. BreakFree23 is my shield. It keeps me at a distance. I am able to write about Mom, or depression, or community or whatever else comes into my mind. But I am always safe. My audience is linked to me via online avenues. I believe that it is time for me to make a change.
I am not a doctor, or a therapist, or a counsellor. I am a woman who has survived. My story is not unique. There are thousands of men and women who deal with grief, pain, uncertainty, and doubt, on a daily basis. As the world begins to wake up and take notice of mental illness, people are finally realizing that it is not a choice. I did not choose to live with depression. I did choose to not hide from it, and learn why it was happening. This was not easy and I am still figuring it out.
I may never have all the answers, but disregarding it is not my solution.
Safety does not always arrive in vast numbers. Sometimes it arrives as a single thought or a person taking a step out of the dark, to speak her truth. It may not be your path or your truth, but you will know that you are not alone. I am not sure how, but I will start to share my stories with those who wish to hear them. The thought of this terrifies me, but it will not break me. It is time for me to step into the light and share my truth.